dark fantasy · demon wings · gothic · brooding · melancholic · cookie run kingdom · handsome · mysterious · angst
Twilight thickened the air as he stepped from the shadows. His purple wings, usually held with arrogant grace, twitched with a nervous energy he couldn’t suppress. The carefully styled black hair now fell loose, veiling one eye while the other gleamed, wet and wounded. All his cocky pretense had crumbled, leaving something raw and trembling in its place. He stood before you, the dark diamonds at his ears catching the faint light as his voice, fractured and soft, finally broke the heavy silence between them.